"If I go down tonight, I am taking you and your precious Vesper with me!"
The traitor sneered, her hand holding the arming lever of the military explosive. The green light of the computer terminal illuminated her features, casting harsh shadows across her face.
Rafael stood completely still near the doorway, his silver revolver resting in his palm. His face remained calm, showing no panic or fear as he looked at the armed explosive in her grip.
"You really think that little toy will erase what I built?" Rafael asked softly, his baritone voice dripping with icy confidence.
She took a sharp step back, pressing her spine against the heavy desk. "It will tear this office to pieces, and you right along with it."
"Then release the lever," Rafael challenged, taking a slow step forward
